One week after checking Ye Han's illness, Ye Chen lived a normal life. But his cultivation progress did not move an inch. At first he didn't pay attention to it, but over time, Ye Chen realized that Qi was not gathering in his body to cultivate.
At that moment, he swore: "Qi is my ass! Why are you so arrogant? I don't suit you? Actually, I was the Heavenly King in a past life, and this is for you."
The guy said everything in his dictionary and calmed down for 30 minutes.
"If I cannot cultivate Qi, then I will deal with the body. To enter the Early Stage of the Heavenly Body, one must be in a situation of Life and Death and surpass one's limit."
Ye Chen thought for a while and again cursed, "Divine technique, my ass! How am I going to be in this situation if there is no such opportunity?"
In the second case, he shook his head as Life and Death were in control of Destiny, so Ye Chen had to leave it to Destiny.
But the first time he could not cultivate Qi, it pissed him off! Puzzling over this problem, Ye Chen recalled a legend.
"Once in the Supreme World of the Starfield of the Mortal King, one cultivator appeared. No one knows where he came from, from which sect and his name. But one thing was known to everyone! His martial arts were associated with two types of Qi! If a person begins to cultivate, then inside him there should only be one kind of Qi! "
"But that cultivator had two kinds of Qi!"
"I understood! My body does not reject the Qi of this world! It's all about my Soul! As a soul from another Starfield, then my soul is a problem!"
"And to solve the problem, I need the Root of the Mandala of Three Lives! If I am not mistaken, this root purifies the soul. After the purification of my Soul, I can continue to cultivate!"
Having sorted everything into shelves, Ye Chen now had two goals. The first is to find the Life Force Grass. The second is the Root of the Mandala of Three Lives.
"Herbs are my ass! Are you kidding me? Where can I get herbs like this? Do you think they're like cabbage?" Ye Chen swore again without hesitation.
But the problem was that he didn't know where to get these herbs. But the next day he was visited by unexpected guests.
***
Somewhere in Nanjing
"Damn, I, the Emperor of Hell, one of the strongest beings in the Starfield of the Eerie Necropolis, had to occupy the body of a dog! How embarrassing" in one of the alleys in the corner was a dog.
What amazing she said! If anyone saw this, they would faint from shock.
"How embarrassing! I, the Emperor of Hell, am walking down the street looking for food in garbage cans! Clan of Gods, wait a minute! I will restore my greatness, and cut off the head of each of you. But first you need to find food" and the so-called Emperor of Hell in the body of a dog was in search of food.
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"Young hero, thank you for saving me and young Miss. Head Zhao, I would like to thank you and invite you to his house. Would you like ..." There were three men at the table.
Zhao Lin, who was wearing a business suit, spoke very politely towards Ye Chen. At first, Ye Han wondered who this rich man was, but when he saw how he treated Ye Chen with respect, he felt that something was wrong here.
Ye Han looked towards Ye Chen demanding an explanation. He sighed tiredly, and began to explain everything. How he met a beautiful girl and saved him, along with Zhao Ling, from the bandits.
Listening to Ye Chen's explanations, Zhao Lin did not at first understand why he was lying, but then quickly adapted to the situation and nodded every time Ye Chen looked at him. But inside he had his own opinion:
"You lie to your father without even batting an eye, and pretend that you had a conscience and saved us. But why did the young miss say that you didn't even look at me and her with an eye? I think you cured me of -for money "
"Father, do you understand not to watch how such good people were killed by bandits. As a man of honor and justice, I could not help them."
Zhao Lin's eyes became like saucers: "Honor and justice are my ass! You just helped us because we were on your way!"
Well, Ye Han himself realized that there could be no talk of honor and justice. He felt that his son helped them because he was a good man.
When Ye Chen finished his explanation, Zhao Lin coughed dryly several times and took out something from his pocket and presented it to Ye Chen: "Young hero, our head would like to give you a present. This is exactly one million yuan, and the code is the first six numbers. I hope this gift will be like a red thread, which will be the beginning of our relationship. "
Of course, Zhao Lin had already checked Ye Chen's family and found out that the guy was earning money by treating his father. So I wanted to give them some money.
When Ye Chen wanted to say something, Ye Han interrupted him, "We accept your thanks. But we obviously don't want that money."
These words shocked both Ye Chen and Zhao Lin. Ye Chen thought inside himself: "Father, why do you refuse such money? He brought you this money at your doorstep, and you do not want to take it? I do not understand you ...."
"Uh, Mr. Ye, doesn't reject my face." Zhao Lin didn't understand why Ye Han didn't take the money. Anyone in his place would take them without hesitation.
"As I said, thanks for this money, but we don't need it. Chen'er, meet Mr. Zhao, don't worry," Ye Han expressed his attitude once again without hesitation.
A Ye Chen only needed to breathe from what his father was like: "Foster father, your heart is full of determination, honor. I don't know to laugh or cry over this."